Air brush

Another Christmas cake baked in the mind...

Ingredients mixed too swift to be burnt...

Faith..

What you airbrush

in a smile offered across

Not knowing it shall burn

Hope

What beats across

in a gentle gesture

Not knowing it shall burn

Trust

What binds the unknown

in a kindness strange

Not knowing it shall burn

Pain

what sifts through

After an attachment unplanned

The core never dies

A brush with destiny

And you wonder

what the Gods wanted to watch

A blanched heart

or just a burnt cake!